Holding your own child, no matter how tiring, is always a blessing.
Amelia Clarke didn't say it out loud but responded with a soft smile, "Alright."
After speaking, she leaned closer to Owen Moreland and turned her gaze toward the sofa.
Old Master Moreland and Madam Moreland were seated there, graciously accepting the ceremonial tea offered by Grace Adams and Benjamin Moreland.
Madam Moreland's face was alight with joy, her wrinkles seemingly smoothed out with happiness. She took the vibrant red tea cup embossed with double happiness symbols that Grace handed her, sipped the tea, and then picked up a fabric-wrapped red envelope the size of an A4 sheet from the tray held by an attendant. She passed it to Grace and gently helped her to stand, "Good girl, get up now."
"Thank you, Mom." Grace's change of address was smooth and natural.
